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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.