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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.