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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Organ,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
This Heat,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.