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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.