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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.