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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Television,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.