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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.