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 India and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.