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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.