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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.