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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.