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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
UT,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.