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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.