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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.