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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.