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 Estonia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.