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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.