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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Aswad,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.