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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.