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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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?
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.