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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.