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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.