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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.