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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.