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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.