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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Pole,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.