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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.