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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.