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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.