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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.