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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Franke,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
New Order,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.