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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Can,
Wire,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.