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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.