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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.