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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
This Heat,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.