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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.