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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.