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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.