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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.