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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
The Names,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.