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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Pole,
Index,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.