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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.