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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.