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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.