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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.