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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.