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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.