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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Monks 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.