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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
X-101,
Television,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.