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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.