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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.