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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Cameo,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.