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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.