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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.