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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
The Evens,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.