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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
X-101,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Faust,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.