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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.