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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.