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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.