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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.