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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.