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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
DNA,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.