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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.