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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Magma,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.