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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.