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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.