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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.