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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.