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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.