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 Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.