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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Brick,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.