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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 808 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.