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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.