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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bremen and Glasgow.
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 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.