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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.