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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.