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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
UT,
MC5,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.