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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.