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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.