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 China and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.