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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
10cc,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.