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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.