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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.