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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
The Move,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.