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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.