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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.