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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.