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 Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Mars,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.