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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 UT to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.