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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.