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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.