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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.