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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.