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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Gong,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.