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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.