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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.