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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.