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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.