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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.