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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Nas,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.