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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.