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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.