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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.