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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.