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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.