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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.