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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.