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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.