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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.