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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
ABBA,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.