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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.