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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.