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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.