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 Nauru and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.