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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Zapp,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
The Wake,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.