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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.