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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.