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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.