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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.