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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.