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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.