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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
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Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.