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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.