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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Index,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.