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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.