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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.