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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.