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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 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?
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.