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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Erasure,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.