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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Television,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.