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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.