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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s 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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.