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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.