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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.