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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.