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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.