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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.