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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.