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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.