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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.