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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Index,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.