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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Index,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.