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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.