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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.