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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.