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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.