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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.