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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Monks,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.