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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.