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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.