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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Television,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.