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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.