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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.