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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.