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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.