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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.