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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.