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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.