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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.