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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.