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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.