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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.