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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Adolescents,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.