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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.