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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.