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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.