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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.