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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Motions,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Technova,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.