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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.