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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.