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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.