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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.