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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.