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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.