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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.