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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Magma to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.