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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.