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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.