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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus 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.