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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.