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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
UT,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.