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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 DNA to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.