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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.