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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Scion,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.