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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.