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 Greece 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.