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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.