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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.