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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.