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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.