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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.