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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.