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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.