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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Cluster,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.