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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.