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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.