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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.