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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.