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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Organ,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.