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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.