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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.