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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.