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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.