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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.