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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.