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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.