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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.