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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.