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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Franke,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.