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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.