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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.