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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.