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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.