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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.