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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.