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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.