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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.