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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Scion,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.