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 Monaco and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.