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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.