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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.