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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.