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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.