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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.