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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.