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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.