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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.