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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.