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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Techniques to the grime 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
JFA,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.