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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.