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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.