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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.