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 Chad 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.