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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
CMW,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.