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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.