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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.