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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.