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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.