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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.