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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.