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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.