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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Chrome,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.