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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.