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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.