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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.