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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
DNA,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.