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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.