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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.