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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.