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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.