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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, 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.