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 Italy 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.