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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.