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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Average White Band,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.