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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.