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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eli Mardock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.