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 Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.