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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.