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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Urselle 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.