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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.