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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
CMW,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.