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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.