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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.