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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.