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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.