Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.