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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
10cc,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.