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 Syria 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.