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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.