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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.