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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.