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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.