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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.