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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.