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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.