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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.