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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Television,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.