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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.