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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.