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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.