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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.