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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.