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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Index,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.