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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.