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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.