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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.