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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.