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 Laos 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.