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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.