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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.