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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Technova,
Can,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.