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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Gang Green,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.