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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.