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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.