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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.