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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.