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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.