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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
World's Most,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Visage,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.