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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.