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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.