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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.