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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.