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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.