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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.