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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.