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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.