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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
10cc,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.