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 Mali 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Wire,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.