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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.