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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.