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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.