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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.