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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.