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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.