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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.