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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.