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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Can,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.