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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.