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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.