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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.