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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.