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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.