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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.