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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Wire,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.