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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.