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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 United States of America 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.