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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.