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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
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.