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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.