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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.