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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barrington Levy 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.