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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.