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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.