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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Josef K,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.