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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.