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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
UT,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.