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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.