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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.