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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.