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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.