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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Fear,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.