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 Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.