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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.