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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.