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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.