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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.