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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
the Swans,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.