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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.