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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.