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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.