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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Shoche,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.