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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.