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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.