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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.