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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.