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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.