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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.