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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.