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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.