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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.