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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.