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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Hashim,
CMW,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.