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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Can,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.