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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.