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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Hood 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.