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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.