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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.