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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.