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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.