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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.