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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.