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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.