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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.