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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.