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 Georgia and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.