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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Section 25,
Slave,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.