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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.