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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.