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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 the Association to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.