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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.