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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.