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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.