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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
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 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.