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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.