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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.