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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Wire,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.