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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.