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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.