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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.