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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.