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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.