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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.