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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.