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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.