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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.