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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.