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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Jandek,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.