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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.