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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.