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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.