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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.