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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.