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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Remains,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
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.