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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.