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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.