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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Slave,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.