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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.