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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
New Order,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.