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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.