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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.