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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.