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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.