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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.