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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.