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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.