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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.