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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.