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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.