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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.