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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
The Move,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.