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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.