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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.