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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.