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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.