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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Yellowson 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.