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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.