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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Whodini,
The Names,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.