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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.