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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.