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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
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.