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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.