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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Masters at Work 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.