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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.