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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Hoover to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.