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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.