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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Move,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.