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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 JFA 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.