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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Smog,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.