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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.