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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.