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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.