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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.