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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.