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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.