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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.