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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.