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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.