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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Skaos,
Wire,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.