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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.