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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.