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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.