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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.