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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Remains to the crunk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.