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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Q65,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.