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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.