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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.