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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.