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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.