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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.