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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.