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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.