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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.