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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.