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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.