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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.