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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Organ,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.