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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.