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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.