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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.