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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.