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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.