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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.