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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.