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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.