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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ossler to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Whodini,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.