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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
the Slits,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.