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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.