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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.