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 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.