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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.