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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
DNA,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.