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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Index,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.