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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.