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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.