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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.