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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.