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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.