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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.