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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Television,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.