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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.