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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.