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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.