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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.