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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.