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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.