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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.