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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.