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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
UT,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.