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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.