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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Drexciya,
X-102,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.