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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.