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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.