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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
X-102,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.