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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.