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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Chrome,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.