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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.