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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.