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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.