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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.