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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.