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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.