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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Make Up,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.